O meu cabelo grande Rastafari e duro E o povo me olhando De cima do muro O meu cabelo grande Rastafari e duro E o povo me olhando De cima do muro Eles
There are no words To paint a picture of you, girl Your eyes, those curves It's like you're from some other world You walk my way Oh God, it's so frustrating
point them away from the big sky Push your eye right up to the glass now And here we'll find the constellation of the heart The constellation of the heart The constellation
behind To give us just enough light To lay down underneath the stars Listen to papas translations Of the stories across the sky We drew our own constellations
eyes Of the seventh moon.. Breathing the rippeling rythm of the coldest night Through shadows hearses must be led across The puzzling constellation of
earth was pure fire, and fire was the only light in the shining darkness of the cosmos within. I convoke thee inmidst the five-pointed star and the constellation
Some things can never be explained Why every sky still looks the same And I wonder how my world would look without you Some things can never be explained
The sand glass stars rip your leaves, trees, and branches. the direction they show us from their patch of unnamed sky. self powered. and you will be
spared Frozen constellations, now you are Forever trapped by delusions of pain Real life breaks again bringing foolishness You never know what tomorrow will bring [Frozen constellations
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a long, long night Say you're mine Say you're mine Can I keep you tonight, tonight? We dance around just like constellations To keep her body warm We dance around just like constellations
is the time to channel my forces To purify the surface of my planet All celestial bodies form an almighty sign Eerie constellation is a beginning Eerie constellation
your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the weight of their expectations it must seem routine for you now snowing in their spit languishing
In the infinity of the Universe Constellations are observed by a proud man His whole life dedicated to astronomy and the occult The invisible art of the
I used to be so young and invincible The mistakes of my youth are finally catching up to me The face that stares back in the mirror should carry nothing
This plane is going down in flames and this time There's no black box to capture your last words A situation we can't make any sense of Sacrifice costs
See yourself to the exit We can't afford to watch you resort to this Even hope hides in the shadows Nothing is real, color is black, is white, is color
Go Everything looks the same It's all so watered down Where does our anchor lie? Where does our anchor lie? Yeah, there's no identity in others insecurities
